Nobody

Propped up on his crutches outside The Night and Day Café a beggar A homeless man doubled over, After I was listening to Robert Francis sing Cadging my fags leans towards me. … Nobody, I can easily stereotype, nobody Says he's sorry for bothering me Tells me he's got no toes, they all froze I got frostbite sleeping rough one time. I asked to see, and he promptly obliged. And shortly-thereafter barefoot, he smiled. To him, it was like a war wound, A badge of honour that legitimised His emboldened approaches, head-on We passed pleasantries, and he shuffled on.